The 'sitch

So, here's the situation, the dealio, the goods, the down low....
I have tons to say about our mission trip.  I could not have done it without those of you who bathed us and our team and the trip in prayer.  Our God answered you in a big way. 
BUT...
we crashed Saturday, church yesterday, VBS prep yesterday, all kinds of pump/well trouble that still isn't remedied, and we're headed out to do some work/prayer walking for VBS now.  I won't see the house again until around 10 tonight.  And, who knows how the rest of the week will play out.  So, please be patient, the blog is coming because I have so much I want to share.  In fact, I've been babbling so much that Johnmark asked me to speak about it yesterday in church.  Of course, I said no at first, but then I left my senses for a bit and agreed.  Yep, me, little miss introvert/wallflower, please don't acknowledge me, got up and spoke.  He also asked me to give my testimony, and I did.  I thought I was going to pass out or at least throw up, but I didn't.  I just kept asking God to be with me and give me the words to speak so that He would be glorified.  I can't tell you how it went, but I cried and so did some of the congregation.  It was good for me.  Confession - I kind of really liked it.  It made me feel more bold in my faith and sharing Jesus.  Rebeka spoke before me for about 5 minutes and that girl just blew me away in how God is dealing with her heart (did I mention it's kind of rebellious like her mother's?).  Once, I found a groove of some sorts, I just kept going and going and the nervousness went away.  Poor preacher was left with only a few minutes left in the service, but he said that was okay.  He was happy to see "joy unspeakable" flowing from his family's lips.